αddιcтιoɴѕ; pm me with reservations.

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pm me for reservations, or with any questions you may have.

life. there is two ways you can look at it. either the hard way, or easy way. two paths you can fall into, or fall out of. you on the other hand, have fallen in the hard, bumpy paved path of life. you've had a hard past life and you keep running from it, or something has driven you to turn into this. you are always pretending to be something your not, continually faking your whole life. you've been stuck with this addiction since your senior year of high school. either keeping it a secret, or making it noticeable. whether it was a simple party that started it and you just liked the way it made you feel. or if you were just doing it to do it, and ended up continuing it. you are now out of high school, either living in an apartment of new york city or even living on the streets. you've lost control, and can't seem to stop. through this time of reality, you may meet new people, talk to old people or friends from high school, or even reunite with them, have fights, maybe have a fling or even a romance, maybe you'll meet somebody that has the same problem or similar problem to you, and you both want to help each other. it's all in the palm of your hand, darling. just don't give in, stay strong.

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ʷʰᵃᵗ are ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ﹖ᶤ'ᵐ ᵃ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ black rain cloud˒ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉˑ

➶➶ pleαѕe reαd.

Now, this is not a emo/goth role-play so, please try to keep those types of characters away. Not that I'm against them or anything. Also, don't make the issues too dramatic or too much, please.
I'm not really into reading rules, just as much as you probably are. I'll try to make this short and sweet. This is a semi-lit and up role-play. I expect around two paragraphs a post, at minimum a good detailed paragraph. Not paragraphs with only three sentences, a good structured one, around seven or six lines. I don't really want to see one liners, even if you have writers block. I see so many people using writers block for an excuse so much, it's tiring. I myself, used to try getting away with it. The least I want if you have writers block is around a paragraph. I think it's not that much to ask for. I don't expect seeing the excuse of writers block on every post though. Make your forum interesting and not so dull. Please, whenever you are making your forums, please make them with neon colors that blind the person that is reading it. Reservations are limited. Sorry, guys but, first come first served. Since I will only be accepting ten role-players for this thread; there will be only ten people being accepted. I will not make adjustments to the number of characters just for one person, I'm sorry. Reservations only last 24 hours, if you have something going on or just couldn't finish it in time, don't be afraid to private message me about it. I'm a very easy person to work with. Follow Tess and Nick's rules also. This means, please try to star out big cuss words, and so on. Words like; ass, damn, hell, and what not are accepted. Just keep it child friendly.

I don't expect that much. Only rule I really stress is literacy. I'm a pretty easy going person. Just work with me.

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ʸᵒᵘ think ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵘʳᵖʳᶤˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘˑ

males-

ι wαɴтed тo ғιх тнιѕ вυт coυldɴ'т, ιт jυѕт тooĸ over мy every oɴce oғ вeιɴɢ.
Adam stumbled upon some illegal drugs from hanging around on the streets. the people he was with convinced him to do them, so he did. he enjoyed it, and embraced the feeling it sent through his body. that he couldn't stop it, he'd fallen into an addiction. from that day on, he has been trying to hook up with people, exchanging his money for the monsters, numbing his problems, in other words used the high to escape reality.

тнe тнrιll oғ тнe ĸιll yoυ ғeel, ιѕ α ѕιɴ.
Jonas ended up just cracking open an old bottle of liquor that sat in his mother's cupboard. he continued getting boozed up on alcohol to where it seemed to be a every day thing with him. after he started partying, it got more addictive and made him numb. for some reason, it always fazed his problems so, he could forget about them and that led him to being an alcoholic, consuming the poison every second, of every day.

тoo yoυɴɢ тo ɴoтιce, тoo dυмв тo cαre.
{ name } had been stealing and always getting into trouble ever since high school. they all knew he wouldn't go that far with all that he did, trying to cause a problem there and here. shop lifting, street fighting, graffiti, lying, and other stuff fall into this 'crime' label. he may not do it all, but at the same time he might. you never know the real story whenever it comes to him, unless you recorded his every move and had proof.

ι'м ɴoт αddιcтed, ι ĸɴow wнeɴ тo coɴтrol мyѕelғ.
{ name } is always gambling. nonstop, everyday, or night. he waste his money on this, and it is going to end him a trip to a house on the streets, or lose everything he's ever owned. { this one can be changed if anybody has any ideas on what to change it to. i don't feel like this one is as intense as the others. or maybe it is. i dunno. }

ɴιɢнт ғαllѕ αɴd ι'м rυɴɴɴιɴɢ ιɴ cιrcleѕ. ɴoт ĸɴowιɴɢ тнe dιғғereɴce вeтweeɴ reαlιтy or lιeѕ. ι'м вeιɴɢ cнαѕed вy мy ιмαɢιɴαтιoɴ.
Emile has had this problem for a while now. it's been a thing where not many people would notice, unless they seen him talking to himself. every now and then, he'll slip out of things and come into reality. while other times, he is just stuck in his little mind, torturing himself and sitting in silence. some say the mind is a dangerous world to enter, it's too late for him to exit. it's consumed him.

females-

ɴo wιѕe wordѕ, wιll ѕтop тнιѕ вleedιɴɢ.
Vitanti is in her own little world. a word full of hurt, misunderstanding, loneliness, and just fighting to survive. no matter how much she tries, she just can't stop. it seems as if once things start getting better, then come back and hit her 10x worse than before, and every thing just gets too overwhelming and she starts self harming herself secretly.

ιт'ѕ lιĸe yoυ're ѕcreαмιɴɢ αɴd ɴooɴe cαɴ нeαr yoυ.
Freya had been struggling with her problems for a while now. causing herself to hate the way she looks, it would just make her sick looking at herself in the mirror. she fell into a bad eating disorder, causing her to puke her guts up after every meal she eats.

ѕoмe people lιĸe тнe wαy ιт ғeelѕ, ѕoмe people wαɴɴα ĸιll тнeιr ѕorrowѕ, αɴd тнαт wαѕ мy proвleм.
Venus has had her far share of problems that drove her to this solution. no it was never something she planned on doing, or consuming her life with these drugs. whether it is a quick pain killer or any other prescribed drug she can get her hands on, it kind of numbs her whole life, making her run from her problems, ignoring them with every once of her being. it's not easy seeing the world through her eyes.

ι αм lιĸe α υɴғeɴced ғιre.
{ name } has been doing this since she went to a party with some of her friends. they had some and peer pressure took over and she did some of it with them. she liked the way it felt. the high, the buzz, the rush that sent through her body whenever she did it. it was like she was on another planet, or in space. after that, she just got addicted and continued smoking marijuana.

yoυr wordѕ doɴ'т мeαɴ α тнιɴɢ, ι'м ɴoт lιѕтeɴιɴɢ, тнey're lιĸe wαтer oғғ мy wιɴɢѕ.
Arabella has been trapped in the cruel world of lies. she's been lied to, she has lied, and she just always used some kind of lie for an excuse. or in fact, she is living her life in a lie. she can't escape, it like she's fallen in a black hole and can't get out. you never know what is the truth or what is a lie whenever it comes to her words. therefore, she is addicted to lying and making herself live with her lies.

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working in progress.

I'm Venus and you don't know me at all.

ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ;
ｎａｍｅ
ａｇｅ
ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｔｅ
ｈｏｍｅｔｏｗｎ

{ I'm Venus, and that's all you really need to know. I assume you want to know more though, correct me if I'm wrong? Alright, I guess. My name is Venus. Yes, I'm quite aware of how my first name relates to the circular object in the solar system. I like my name, it's different. I kind of give that much credit to my parent(s) for giving me a badass name. Now, my middle and last name are quite common. 7 out of 10 girls in the United States have the middle name of Marie, yes, I'm one of those seven, sadly. I would've picked some random name for a middle name. I mean, it doesn't have to make complete sense now? My full name is Venus Marie Moore, don't wear it out. I was brought into this hell hole on November 24, 1992, meaning I am currently nineteen years of age. I'm a legal adult, minus the fact I have to wait till I'm twenty-one to drink over here but, oh well, already broke that law. At least I can buy myself my own cigarettes. My hometown in Melbourne, Australia. Yes, I was pretty much born and raised there with my grandparents, until I turned 17 and came over to America to get away from the Aussie living for a while.

ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ;
ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ

{ I would say I'm an alright looking girl. I mean, I'm not the greatest, I know that much but, I'm okay. I wouldn't say I was beautiful or anything, I'm just me. I have a very slim, and tall body. I'm not all bones but, I'm pretty skinny also. I stand to be around 5'5 and weigh 120 pounds. My hair is a pale blonde, at times it looks white. My eyes are a light blue color, and I'd say my skin is a little pale. I have a few tattoos on my arms, actually. I am always be finding myself stuck in some bad sun burnt situations at times on the beach or just walking in the sun period. I wear normal and rad clothes. They aren't great but, they fit me and are good enough, I guess. I usually just wear a pair of skinny jeans or just a normal pair of tight jeans and a shirt. My shirts are usually solid colors, and some have a band emblem here and there. I'd say I don't have a preppy or popular sense of clothing, more of an alternative and rocker kind of style.

ｔｈｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ;
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

{ I'm a very complicated person, if not otherwise. Most people that have crossed my path would say I'm a pretty difficult person. -wip- {traits; quiet, sweet, stubborn, independent, emotionless, outspoken, complicated.} My history is kind of whack if you ask me. So, I'm just going to keep it short and simple. I grew up and was raised in Melbourne, Australia. My grandparents raised me because, I guess, my parents couldn't bare with my existence. I grew up not knowing my mother or father, couldn't tell you the name of them or what they look like. Couldn't even tell you if they're still alive. Only thing I really know is my mom's last name which is Moore, which is my grandparents last name so, that makes sense, I guess. Anyways, I didn't really dwell on the fact I have no mother or father figure in my life until I hit the age of thirteen. I guess that is when I started internalizing a lot, mostly keeping things in, and I still do. It really bothers the hell out of me though not knowing who or what my parent(s) are. All I could know; they could be on America's Most Wanted or something. Whenever I hit high school, my grandfather got diagnosed with bone cancer and he ended up passing away. That affected me greatly, just topping the rest of my problems and everything else, making them worse. He was in the Air Force whenever he was in the military when he got drafted, I got two or three Air Force shirts from his belongings. The one thing that has really been a big struggle, and scar in my life is whenever my best friend committed suicide. This is the only thing that really makes me the person that I am today, not that it's bad but, you know. I was sixteen and he was seventeen, of course he was older than me. We were pretty close, I'd say we were like a brother and sister but, like a wife and husband at the same time. He meant a lot to me. It's just a hard topic to talk about, the only real thing I show emotion towards, if it's brought up to me. I don't know how to talk about this to a complete stranger, I apologize.

ｌａｓｔｌｙ;
ｌｉｋｅｓ
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ
ｇｏｏｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ
ｂａｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ

{I'd have to say, I'm an okay girl, I guess. I have some good things and bad things about me. Just like everybody else does. I mean, they aren't anything big, they aren't too little either. Some good things about me are, hell, I can't even think of any good things about me. I guess, how I would rather care aout others than myself, which only causes me more pain due to the fact of me doing that it covers up my problems like putting them in a jar and storing it in the back of my head. The problem I have is gone for a while, until I discover that jar again and it's usually 10x worse than what it first was. I would say that's also a bad thing about me. I know one thing most people don't like about me is that I smoke, I mean, it's not my fault. I can't just stop smoking cigarettes, it's really hard to do that. I'm just saying this now though, if you don't like it, don't plan on staying around me too long because I usually have a cigarette every hour if not two hours, not counting the times I'm mad and upset, just makes me smoke more. I'm not going to stop just to please Goldy Locks. So, I apologize, if you do not like smokers nor girls that smoke. Another bad thing about me, I'd say is the fact I am addicted to prescribed drugs due to my past and present events in my life. I'm not looking for attention so please, there is the door if you plan on babying me. That's the last thing I want somebody to do anyways; baby me and give me attention. No, thank you. Oh yeah, another good thing about me is my sense of humor. I tend to crack a corny one liner every now and then, not counting just my smart-ass responses are just hilarious. I guess that is one trait that hasn't ever really left me. I like and dislike a lot of things, to be honest. I think I dislike things more than like. Some things I like are fires, you know like camp fires or any small fire to sit around and chat and what not. I really enjoy food, it's like my soul mate, other than music. Music is the thing that has really and honestly saved me. Kangaroos, I think it's just an Aussie thing to be honest. Same with crocodiles, I really like them. If I could, I'd have a pet croc. I like having barbies, and or barbecues. It's just a fun time with people, drinks, food, music, friends, usually a lake to swim in, some games, what else could you ask for?

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[Guest]

ｌｏｃｋｓ with no keys, ｐｕｚｚｌｅｓ with no pieces, ｌｉｇｈｔｓ with no switches.

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"Hello, and thank you for attending this interview. I'd like to start by asking your name?"
"My name is Freya McGuinness."
The meaning of the name Freya is 'woman'. Freya is definitely a female; she's almost as feminine as they come. Renée wanted to name her daughter something special, and you don't see a lot of little girls walking around with the name Freya. Her middle name, Lee, means 'meadow, shelter, wood'. She dislikes it because she finds it to be too masculine for a female.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
Freya McGuinness was born on April 29th, 1994, at 3:33 AM. Those born on this date are obsessed with their looks and appearance. They are consumed with how they appear to others and tend to be very self-conscious. Her astrological symbol is Aries.
"My, I must say I noticed your accent. Where are you from?"
"I was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. That obvious, eh?"
Freya was born in Scotland, contributing to her accent.
"Tell us a bit about yourself. Keep in mind this is all highly confidential. No one will know."
"I'm fairly mental, if I do say so myself."
Freya has always been a very quiet girl. She's not one to speak up for herself or think of anyone but other people. At first, she never really cared about her appearance, simply happy to have friends and do well in school. In a word, you could say that

[winchester.]

|| Arabella || the Pretty Little Liar || 17 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
Well, my name is Arabella Katherine Smith
But people usually call me anything, really. The most common nicknames I have are Bella, Bell. But thats usually just the people that I'm friends with. It's sort of that name anyone with 'bella' in it gets called. Bella... Bell.... Anyways, once you get to know me more some might call me Skittles. Yes, yes. I know, Skittles. But honestly I'm sort of that fun happy 'skittles' girl.  
My Gender? Really? Well, I'm a girl. Female. Guys don't have breasts, so unless you're blind, I might have to slap you.
I am Seventeen... Yes I know, I'm young. Just shut up about it. I'm young and loving it, so screw your nasty little girl thoughts.  
I am itty-bitty! Only being 5'2", I often wear high heels. If I wear flats, then you know how tiny I really am.
I weigh 107. No, I'm not going to put a fake weight. I'm thin. Oh, and by the way muscles weigh more then fat... Just in case you think I'm that large for my height.
My hair color is platinum blonde. In the summer that is... More towards the winter with less light and what now, my hair tends to fall to more of a dirty blonde color.  
I have sun kissed skin, yes, loving that tan!
My eyes are legitly green. Or blue... It depends on who you ask, or the lighting. But I say they're green.  
The only piercing I have are my ears are double pierced on the lobe, but I often only wear the normal piercing. But I as well have my belly button pierced.  
Tattoos? Well I have none.
My clothing style is well... Chic. Not chick, chic[she-ck]. I love pencil skirts with belts and slightly flowy tops. As well as dresses, skinny jeans, my precious KMRA leather jade cropped jacket, and my favorite designers Calvin Klein, Channel, Chloe, Gucci, Givenchy and Blumarine. My favorite shoes to wear are knee length heeled boots, pumps, and Sparrys. I also love scarfs and chunky jewelry.
 
"...madness is genius..."

Well, my personality is defiantly different then most girls. I'm not the stuck up, easily jealous, gets guys by hiding things or only anouncing things they think are cool. I give my opinion when I want, I'm bubbly, love people, talking, being happy. I'm the girl that everyone loves. Well... Unless your a hater. 'Cuz haters gonna hate. 

I'm defiantly a happy person. I love to talk to anyone, and being positive. I love doing crazy stuff other people would veto, and never think of doing. I really love being the person people aren't afraid to come talk to. My heart it set on just being me. On being the happy person, not the jealous, quiet, nasty girl. 

Music. Acting. Dancing. Talents are my life. I've sang in choirs or musicals ever since I was three years old, and then everything took off. I've loved to try anything that involve drama, music, or dance. The arts are like my... Husband? Life? Yeah, lets go with life. I can sing most songs except hard core rock. That has always been a difficult one to sing... Anyways, music, drama, dancing. You get the jest. 

The last thing I will add in is I'm a flirt. I'm not sure if I try to be, or what. But guys love me. I guess it's I'm not trying to get the guy and date him. I'm not trying to think oh he's so cute I won't tell him things or I'll be embarrassed blah, blah, blah. No, I tell them what I'd tell a girl. I'd tell them what I tell anyone. I say what I want, and I just stay happy.  

My History? Well, I moved here only four months ago from England. For my whole life I've carried a thick british accent, and I absolutely adore it. I'm as well a fairly wealthy girl. My life is centered around me. Thats probably why I've always been so happy. I just feel so loved. As well as being an only child... It helps with getting the things I need to talk about with my parents. Yet... They where never there for me. It was always my nanny or friends. They stuck up for me, stayed around me, and let me go to their house if I wanted to. I always had someone to fall back on. I don't have much connection with my parents. This might help explain the designer clothing at least... Anyways, moving across the oceans been a wee bit rough on me. It's like learning a new way of living... Partially because it really is. Losing friends, languages, teachers, shops. Now I could say I'm a wee bit drowsy and its suddenly the coolest thing anyone's heard. I guess I just have to learn to get used to life.
Then there that one secret that's been kept from me untill recently. My mother died in child birth, and I have a step mom. Yeah, not big. I get it, maybe not the worst, but there is more. I also had two older brothers. The first one was killed by the second, and later that year, only months before I was born, he went suicidal. My mother was starting to drink a lot after the loss or two sons, and soon was in jail. That's where I was born.., a flipping hospital that helped the jail people. Nice, right? Well my dad took me, my mom died of whatever sickness she died of, and I had a 'family', that other then my father isn't even my own.

Oh, I live music. The arts, you know? Singing, dancing, piano. All that stuff. It's always come so easy to me to do all that. Anyways, I also live to run and box. It relieves stress, and it's fun. Lastly, I love Chinese food, frosting, drawing in colouring books, and making cupcakes. Just had to throw those in there.  
Oh, I hate the dark, lighting, show-offs, and b*tches. That bugs me. Done deal, enough said.
What other languages I know? Well,I know several actually. French, Spanish, Greek[ Yes, I do speek Greek ], and Chinese.
Um, well at the moment I like no one.
I am straight as a ruler, made with titanium, infused with diamonds! Therefor I never bend!
I am single.
Children? Well, I don’t have kids, and I don't really want any right now.
My past relationships were nothing to talk about. Guys who where the usual jocks, the ones who thought they ruled me.  
What do I want in a partner? Um, I'm not really looking for one now, or very soon.
Anything Else? Well, I'm the pretty little liar... c: * form format created by that one girl. Pictures belong to their rightful owners.

- M'kay so I'll probably edit this up to fit the character a wee bit more later, on my phone so I couldn't do much except paste a form and what not. -

[lonely]

ｅｍｉｌｅ ｓｏｒｅｌ ａｎｄｅｒｓｏｎ

" We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we
create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. "

ｂａｓｉｃｓ - ｎａｍｅ - ａｇｅ - ｇｅｎｄｅｒ - ｈｏｍｅｔｏｗｎ
" My name is Emile. I'm not going to give you any pronunciations, use your imagination. My name itself has no special meaning. It wasn't passed down through generations. It didn't mean anything to my mother, nor father. There is nothing special about it. I mean, it does have a meaning. I looked it up a couple years back. It means rival. There's not a more perfect name my mother could have given me, as she sees me as a rival, if not worse. My middle name is Sorel, which I honestly believe is made up. And then Anderson. It wasn't my father nor mother's last name. It was one they just threw on to me for reasons that aren't hard to guess, they simply didn't want to share a last name with me. I've been in this meaningless world for eighteen years. Landed on it February 16th, 1994, not by choice I swear. I'm pretty sure I'm the gender that we all call male, have a look if you don't believe me. Me and my male parts grew up in a small city. It sits snuggly, to this day, in Delaware. On the east coast of the US, not really noticeable. As soon as I turned eighteen I moved away though, of course. You'd understand if you knew my past. Which I'm gussing you want to know, so whatever I'll tell you some more. I've got nothing better to do.



{ All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow -

ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ - ｈａｉｒ/ｅｙｅｓ - ｓｋｉｎ - ｗｅｉｇｈｔ - ｈｅｉｇｈｔ - ｍｏｄｉｆｉｃａｔｉｏｎｓ
" What do I look like you ask? Well for one, I've got plain brown hair. I don't know which side I get it from, seeing as both my parents have blond hair. I'll share a little secret with you though. I suspect my mother has been having an affair, since well, before I was born. No, I know for a fact she has. I caught her in the act once. oops. I don't know if it's still going on, but it explains my hair color. Brown hair doesn't run on either of my parent's side. And like I said, I've saw him before. So it's the only logical explanation. My mom was rarely around. She'd rather be with her lover than with her family. My father of course, was far too in love with her to let on that he noticed. As for my eyes, they come from my mother. They're a deep, royal blue. Dark as the ocean with a tint of grey. I have rather pale skin. It never tans, refuses to. But I honestly never go out in the sun that much anyways. Tanning isn't my thing. I weigh an average 157 pounds, I always eat though. I'm surprised I'm not overweight. Gotta thank my fast metabolism for that one. I'm 5' 10", which is new. Puberty was slow for me and throughout my childhood I was rather short. Like mentioned before, I rarely go out now, let alone when I was younger. So I never got any sunlight, never played sports. I was never really active at all. Not that I'm complaining or anything. And finally, I have no tattoos, no nothing. That is, except for hip piercings which can be a real pain. When I first got them, they got infected badly. But me and my stubborn ways refused to give them up and they're fine now. Except when they decide to get caught on my clothing. I would never think about getting rid of them though. They're like my first sign of rebellion. Against what? who knows. Let's move on now, shall we?



- And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen -

[ouija.]

.

{~ }

❝I have a secret, can you find it?...❞

| The C h e e k y Chic| The S k a t e r Girl|The G u i t a r i s t|

Full Name: Vitani Dashy Shade
Nicknames: Dash, Dashie
Age: 18 Years Young
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 3, 1994

"I was born and raised on a beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. My Father taught me to surf when i was 7 and I've been doing it ever since... I love the feeling of the salty mist on my skin and the ocean breeze. It was all so soothing. I could just go out and Surf to get away from everything... Then as i got older, my father got more and more serious with my training. He would never let me just go out for fun. It was aways Surf Surf Surf... Everyday. But i got used to it. Occasionally i could sneak off and go to the skate park or head down to the pier to play my Guitar. Then when i joined the band i couldn't Surf anymore... i kinda missed it but the feeling i had onstage could never compare. My band and I toured around a bit and found some friend... Ya' know. But after awhile we grew apart and I moved out to Miami. Its pretty Nice out here (;"

Height: 5" 7'
Weight: 118 pounds
Build: Slim
Hair Colour: Rainbow
Eye Colour: Dark Green
Body Modifications: My ears and Nose pierced.

"I'm kinda a curvy girl. My body is Flexible so I'm a good dancer and such. My style? Well I'm into the Punk kind of stuff but nothing is wrong with a nice Hoodie or Jean jacket. Also, I like that Scene kinda stuff, Mustaches and all that Cute stuff. And Don't even get me started on British Stuff! I love the design of the flag! I'm lived in London for a couple of months with the band and couldn't get enough of the sights. Recently I dyed my hair Rainbow. It feels eierd not having my normal blonde locks... but I kinda like it..."

Personality: In one word, Cheeky
History:Ask me

"You wanna know about my Personality? Well most people say I'm a pretty Mello person. I don't like to lose... I'll tell you that! I love to have a good laugh and mess with my Broskis."
Bold, brave, daring and tenacious...these are words that one would usually associate with Dash. But how about adorable, innocent and, at times, insecure? Dash may be the Cheeky member of the group and a bit tomboyish, but this does not detract from the fact that, like every other person, she has a multi-layered personality that allows her to express all sorts of emotions, both positive and negative. Some are naturally the sort of temperaments that one would normally match Dash with, but it would be a great injustice to merely suggest that Dash is concerned with competitions and pranks and little else. After all, Dash may be honest and mercilessly truthful, but it means that she doesn't avoid subjects and teeter around issues. Some people give Dash a hard time. She's a different sort of Girl, embracing her sportsmanship and tomboyish behaviour without allowing it to consume her. She is still distinctly feminine at times; she's happy dressing up when she needs to look nice.

Random stuff about me
I like: Animals, Music, Swimming
I don't like: Bullies, Jerks, Bats, FANGIRLS!!!
I'm afraid of: Spiders, The Dark, Rejection
Talents: Playing the Guitar, Pranks, Surfing
Hobbies: Surfing, Skateboarding, Playing Bass

Crush: "Impress me!"
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None :\

"A boy needs to treat me right if they wanna get all up into this Ocean! I'm not gonna get into the Sappy stuff but Lemme tell you something, I wanna feel like the only one you love. Treat me like I'm your Princess... I never really feel beautiful, and well... I wanna feel like I'm the food to your Niall..."

Pets: Mason
Other: Root Beer!

"Well thats my Crazy life! Hope you liked! Nothing really else to say here... just There is one more thing... I'm a Cutter. Surprised? Get to know the girl behind this fake smile and you wont..."

{I'm a kid again! }

[Charisma.]

Name Age and Gender: "You know this isn't one of the most proper meetings, but hey, I'm Jonas.You want to know my full name? It's Jonas Emmett Blake. Just call me Jonas, or any nicknames associated with that name, often Joe, or Joey, those being the most common. I'm actually eighteen years young, and it's cool. There's nothing else I think you should know about my age- but if you're asking about gender then you're just either blind, or an a**. I'm a very pretty lady aren't I? If you still can't tell- I'm a... Man. Guy. Lad Whatever you want to say, but seriously don't ask this question to anyone else unless you want them to assume you're an idiot. Oh- unless you really are one. Okay anyways, next question.
Looks/Description: "I'm a fine lad am I not? Okay okay, I'm not the sexiest man alive, but hey, I'm not that bad. My hair is a deep brownish color, darker then my younger sisters, but with gold streaks through out. It sort of gleams a lighter color in the sun too. A lot of people, friends and family say I have a cute smile- so I guess I can say I do- but you can be the judge of that. It's supposed to be catchy and have an edge to it. Anyway, my eyes are a really weird grey-greenish blue color, though they aren't hazel-green like my sisters. They're lighter then that. They're supposedly striking when you look at them. I'll admit, I'm pretty fit, and lean, and do like to work out sometimes as well. I'm not too bulky though, I'll tell you that. I'm proud to say, I've got the a little bit of the six pack going on, thanks to the work outs, and runs and everything, after all I am a pretty active person. I'm just barely about six feet tall. I'm not that great I mean come on, I'm a normal dude, I think that's about it- if you really want to know more about how I look, hey, what can I say, look at me, observe, whatever it takes."
Personality: "So you wanna know me? Well- I'll start with the words people often call me. Daredevil, outgoing, independent, and competitive. I'm a daredevil. What more is there to say on that? I love a really good thrill, and I'm always trying to do something fun and crazy, and new. They all go together right? For independent, I mean- I just don't like to set every hope I have on another person. Sure, I'm great in a team, and I can do great teamwork, but I don't like it when someone else takes over and tries to do something I was supposed to finish. You know what I mean? I'm really outgoing too- meaning I'm not afraid to talk to people and say whats on my mind. Really I mean- why be shy when you can be open and get away with stuff? You wanna talk? Great, shoot, I'm okay with it, I'll listen. Finally, I'm competitive. Oh yeah. You heard me right, I'll admit this one. I really am. I mean- that's what a competition is anyway! It's something you compete in and it really gets to me.I love the thrill of winning, finally getting what you worked so hard for, to me, it's all about earning what you worked so hard for. It really pays off. Lastly, I'm a pretty straight forward person. I'll say it the way it is, and I'm really not afraid of it. You can think you're the bigger man, but I'm still going to say it how it is. You can throw a punch at me, chances are I'll throw one back. I guess I could say that can be one of my flaws, I can get aggressive if I'm pushed to the point where I'm actually angry. Otherwise, I'm not that bad. I'm also pretty sarcastic most of the time, so if you can't take a joke, if you take everything I say to heart, then be warned, sarcasm is my third language. Next to french. If I don't like something I'm gonna say it. I'm pretty outspoken."
Relationship: "Alright, yeah, first thing you gotta know about me when it comes down to a relationship, is that I don't like girls that act like something they're not. I just have to point that one out. Yeah yeah, people have said I'm pretty romantic if I want to be, so it's your choice whether you like it or not. Right now, I have yet to really like someone. So who knows."
Anything Else? "Nope. Nothing. Now please, leave me be. I've got things to do, and places to see. Soo, I must be on my way- yeah, later."

Character goes to me, image credit goes to their rightful owners.}}

[Rant]

{{Name: Adam "Creed" Warren

“The question is frequently asked: Why does a man become a drug addict?
The answer is that he usually does not intend
to become an addict. You don’t wake up one morning
and decide to be a drug addict."
-William S. Borroughs, Junky

Age: 21 years old

Gender: Male}}

Appearance: The never showered stench of someone who squats in broken down abandoned flats when their parents tell them to get the hell off the couch and go find a job. Adam, with his holy clothes and his slouch, the sour undershirt dyed yellow, (much like the color of his hair) from sweat and who knows what

other sorts of filth, he didn't care about how he looked. Waxy skin with a sheen of grease over it, pulled tight against a skull with a prominent cleft chin.The shoes held together by duct tape and faith, the constant cold and constipation, it was all his choice, and for that reason, it was right. The dirt under his fingernails and the rotting teeth, his blue eyes more

“Like pregnant women lose their teeth feeding the stranger,
junkies lose their yellow fangs feeding the monkey.”
― William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

often than not bloodshot and tired, aggrieved by dark circles. He's tall and gangly, with long fingers that have joints that seem to be too large. The earring in his left ear seems to be mildly infected, with a red ring around the hole and pus that drips out slowly at random intervals of the day. All things considered, Adam won't take a shower if his life depends on it. It's just too much work for him. If a cop asked he'd say his drug of choice was life, but of course that was a lie. Adam, Creed, whatever he wanted you to call him next week, is skinny, his veins stick out, he has bruises all over key areas of his body. He looks like a strong wind might blow him over, yet has the spirit to compensate for the lack of physical strength he has. The clothes he wears are ragged and never washed. He has one pair of socks and jeans, both of which are practically rancid with filth. He has two white undershirts which are yellowing and stiff and a couple flannel shirts that are equally disgusting. His jean jacket has had so many things spilled on it, not even Adam quite knows what color it was when he bought it. His underwear... let's just say they're so gross that talking about it on a child's site would probably get me banned. I'll leave it up to your imagination. He's homeless, what do you expect?

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Personality: He'll stab you in the freaking back, steal from you, kick your cat, insult your mother and then the next day he'll be crying on the phone for money as he's digging through someone's house for things to hawk. Both will be completely sincere. This man has no moral fiber, his entire life revolves around one thing. Adam tries to justify his actions with nihilism and absurdism, half baked offshoots that sound ill developed even to his own ears, but remember, this is a man who believes his own lies. Just because he'll kick you down a set of stairs to get what he wants, that

doesn't mean Creed can't have friends or even love, he just has one thing in mind at all times. He's never held a job for more than a couple of weeks and says he'll turn over a new leaf, renaming himself in the process, every couple of months. Content to mooch off of anyone who's willing to be suckered into the job, Adam has no qualms with being an emotional and financial drain on whoever will have him. If it wasn't for his funny personality and odd ideas, chances are he would be dead by now, but because he's such an interesting and intelligent guy, everyone is willing to give him second, third and fifth chances. Adam will make friends with whoever he has to, an insincere smile waiting.

“When I look into your eyes all I can see
is a soulless silhouette of a person who found
happiness in being a pincushion.”― Michael Kloss

Catch him on a day where he doesn't have what he needs, and he'll be a terror. Adam will rush around on the phone looking for anyone to help him out, he'll scream at you and he'll curse the whole world and everyone in it. The next day, when he's all set up, he'll call with a truly heartfelt apology. This fickle friend will only hang around when you can help him out though, don't expect him to move your furniture for you.

Most of the time Adam is seen either lazing around in an addled stupor or facilitating a way to do so. Whether it be engaging in criminal activities or calling from a borrowed cell phone to go do an odd under the table job, his addiction is a full time commitment. He sits on street corners and in restaurants, sometimes obliviously screaming into the receiver of someone else's cellphone until someone drives him away. Other times, he'll be lined up with every other junkie in the area at a methadone clinic, making optimistic proclamations about how he'll soon be clean and a functioning member of society, only to let the monkey crawl on his back only weeks later.

If he gets to know you well enough, he'll ask for cigarettes non-stop, money, food, to sleep on your couch and he'll generally wreck havoc on your life. Adam does not know how to be unobtrusive, he's annoying and loud and outspoken. He knows he's intelligent and isn't afraid to show it. This can come across as snobby, but really he's just trying to impress you enough so you'll become enamored with him and will give him things he wants.

Adam doesn't think about much other than getting what he needs to stay happy, or getting away from that thing. His life revolves around one point, his greatest fear is living without it. Another fear of his is having anyone touch his teeth, especially a dentist. They hurt, and his gums bleed at random intervals, yet he doesn't want any sort of help with them. To cover up the fact that his teeth are mostly yellowed with soft brown spots, he began chewing tar. This is just how his mind works, it's completely nonsensical sometimes. Now his teeth are stained black in places, but that doesn't cover up the fact that some are missing.

He knows he has forgone a normal life span and existence, but he does not care. He thinks that because he has done so, that he is better than everyone else.

This man is extremely superstitious. Whether a remnant from the religion that was once forced on him night and day or something else, you'll see him doing many a ritual. Perhaps it is just the need for something bigger in his life than what he finds most important but still doesn't like at all.

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History: "Look at that beautiful boy with the blonde hair, impressing all his teachers and making his parents proud. Oh, he's badly behaved and hyperactive, but there's no doubt he's the smartest the school has ever seen. I know you watched him punch that other student in the face, but we swear, he's got to be a genius. There's no way he's going to be anything but a great leader one day. His parents are proud Christians you know. They knew he was going to be smart, strong, perfect. That's why they named him Adam. He's going to be the best."

“If all pleasure is relief from tension,
junk affords relief from the whole life process,
in disconnecting the hypothalamus,
which is the center of psychic energy and libido.”
― William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

"Get this boy out of our school! He calculates all the questions he needs to answer on papers just to get a D-! He only answers the ones he needs to and he's never wrong! Oh he's a writer alright, a smart one at that, but he hates the system. Make him leave. Yes, I know how high his test scores are, but the teachers can't handle him in class. I don't care how talented he is, without hard work, talent is nothing! Oh, his poor parents. They're such kind people, they've given him the world and he's spit in their faces. Get him out!"

The important part of Adam's life began when he was 17 years old, at a party. The monkey was placed on his back, it's whip in

one wrinkled fist and his own neck in the other, it's fingers dug in so deep that the tips disappeared within the flesh. Adam would never be the same. He had already been kicked out of school and his parents, up in arms, had no idea what to do.

“I hate to advocate drugs,
alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone,
but they've always worked for me.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

They were the wealthiest people in the small Massachusetts town Adam lived in, yet they could do nothing to fix their broken son. Embarrassed and disappointed beyond belief, Adam was in and out of facilities and living on their couch in between. They'd kick him out, refuse to call him by the nickname that insulted the religion they clung to so dearly, and let him sleep in the streets or in rotting flats. Recently, they had sent him to New York to check into a halfway house. Instead, he spent the meager funds they gave him on feeding the monkey and found himself a parking garage to sleep in. It was good enough.

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Other: Girlfriends are just his way to trade affection for what he needs, the manipulative beast in him reigning over personal relationships. Half the time he doesn't care enough to learn her last name. Boyfriends? Whatever, that too. It's all the same to Adam who is so detached from things of that sort that he doesn't care. Alive in a city that is a haven for the monkey's needs.

"I drifted along taking shots when I could score. I ended up hooked. Most addicts I have talked to report a similar experience. They did not start using drugs for any reason they can remember. They just drifted along until they got hooked. If you have never been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the addict’s special need. You don’t decide to be an addict. One morning you wake up sick and you’re an addict.”
― William S. Burroughs, Junky